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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.