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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.