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 Serbia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
X-101,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.