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 Eritrea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Technova,
Ituana,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.