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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.