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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.