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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.