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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.