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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.