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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.