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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.