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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.