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 Japan and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.