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 Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.