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 Spain 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.