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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.