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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Faust,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.