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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.