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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.