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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Deakin,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.