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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.