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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.