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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Technova,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.