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 India 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.