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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
John Holt,
X-101,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.