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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Bronski Beat to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.