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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.