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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.