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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.