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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.