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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Pole,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.