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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.