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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.