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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.