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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.