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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Black Moon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.