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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.