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 Belarus and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Colin Newman 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow 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?
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.