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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.