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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.