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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.