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 Oman 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Standells to the punk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.