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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.