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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.