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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Pole to the rap 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.