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 Samoa and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.