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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.