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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.