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 Belize and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.