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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.