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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.