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 Sierra Leone 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Index,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The Monks,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.