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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
the Normal,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.