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 China and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.