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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.