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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.