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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.