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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.