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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett 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?
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.