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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.