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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.