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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.