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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.