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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.