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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Wire,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.