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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Star Department to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.