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 Suriname and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Technova,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.