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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.