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 Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Fear to the punk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.