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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.