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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
The Doors,
Index,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.