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 Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.