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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Mantronix,
Q65,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.