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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.