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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.