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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.