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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.