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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.