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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Nico,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.