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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.