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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.