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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Make Up,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.