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 Congo and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 rhodes 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.