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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
X-101,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.