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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.