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 Japan and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Skatalites 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.