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 Kosovo 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Swans,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.