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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Magma,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.