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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.