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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.