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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Section 25,
Swans,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.