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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.