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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.