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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.