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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.