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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.