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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.