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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.