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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.