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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.