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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.