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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.