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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.