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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Toronto and Spokane.
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 guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.