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 South Sudan 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.