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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.