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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
The Move,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.