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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.