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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha 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?
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.