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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Martian 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.