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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.