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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Yaz,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.