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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.