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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
10cc,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.