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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.