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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Index,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.