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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.