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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Neu!,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Visage,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.