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 Fiji 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Television,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.