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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.