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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Visage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.