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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Connie Case,
Index,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.