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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Association to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.