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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.