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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.