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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Moebius,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.