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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Visage,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.