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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Crime,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Nico,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.