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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.