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 Pakistan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.