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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.