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 Japan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Can,
AZ,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.