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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Oneida,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.