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 Angola and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.