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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.