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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ken Boothe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
UT,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.