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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.