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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.