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 Serbia and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.