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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.