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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.