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 Taiwan 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.