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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.