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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.