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 Dominica and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.