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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.