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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.