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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.