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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J 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?
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.