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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.