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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.