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 South Africa and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.