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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
10cc,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.