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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Hoover,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.