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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Pole,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.