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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
The Doors,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.