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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fortunes to the jazz 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Harmonia,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.