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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.