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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.