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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
The Residents,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
cv313,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.