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 Brunei and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.