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 Lesotho and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.