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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
UT,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.