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 China and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.