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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.