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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.