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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Technova,
The Slits,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.