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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Television,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.