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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Jandek,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.