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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.