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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.