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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.