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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 Surgeon 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.