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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.