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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Visage,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.