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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.