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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.