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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Can,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.