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 San Marino 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Second Layer to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.