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 Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.