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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.