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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Index,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.