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 New Zealand 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.