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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
The Monks,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.