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 Norway 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
U.S. Maple,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
10cc,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.