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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.