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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.