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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Can to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.