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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.