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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.