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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.