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 Turkey and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.