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 Greece 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.