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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.