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 Jordan and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.