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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.