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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats 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?
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.