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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Can,
ABBA,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.