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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.