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 Nepal 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.