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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.