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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
The Slits,
MC5,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.