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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.