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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.