Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
cv313,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.