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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.