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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the disco 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.