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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Young Rascals to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.