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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Slackers 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
UT,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.