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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.