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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Scion,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.