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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.