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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Scion,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.