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 Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 clarinet 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 Urselle to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.