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 United Kingdom 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.