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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.