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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Franke to the techno 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.