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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Josef K,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.