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 Ivory Coast 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.