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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Oneida,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.