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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.