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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.