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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.