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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kayak,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Slave,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.