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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Model 500 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.