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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.