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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
MC5,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.