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 Australia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.