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 Israel 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.