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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.