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 Philippines 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
X-102,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.