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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.