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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.