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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kaleidoscope to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Visage,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Jawbox,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.