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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.