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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.