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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.