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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Loose Ends to the punk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
The Victims,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Fear,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.