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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Real Kids to the punk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.