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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Franke,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.