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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.