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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.