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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.