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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.