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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.