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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
The Names,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.