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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 UT to the dance 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Josef K,
10cc,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
The Standells,
CMW,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.