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 Ghana 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.