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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.