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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
UT,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.