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 Italy 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 The Barracudas to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
The Index,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
The Remains,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.