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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.