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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Fluxion to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.