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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Quantec,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.