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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.