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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
MDC,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.