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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.