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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 snare 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.