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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings 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?
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.