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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.