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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
JFA,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.