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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Ituana,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.