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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Fear,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.