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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the dance 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.