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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Television,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.