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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Tim Buckley to the rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
the Germs,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.