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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gories to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter 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?
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.