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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.