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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays 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?
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Unwound,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.