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 Nicaragua and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Interpol,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.