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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.