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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.