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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.