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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.