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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.