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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.