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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
The Black Dice,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.