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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Slits to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.