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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.