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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.