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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Misunderstood to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Rekid,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Japan,
MC5,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.