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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
June Days,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.