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 Japan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Visage,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.