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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Howard Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Organ,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.