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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.