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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.