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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Faust,
Faraquet,
cv313,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.