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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.