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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the grime 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.