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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.