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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.