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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.