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 Gabon 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail 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?
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.