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 Tonga and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Nico,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.