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 Latvia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.