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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 oboe 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 Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Pole,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.