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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.