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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.