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 Lithuania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.