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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Buckinghams 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.