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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.