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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.