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 Panama and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Gong,
UT,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.