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 Portugal and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Monks,
Cameo,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.