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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.