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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 Moss Icon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.