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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Smooth,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.