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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.