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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.