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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Section 25,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.