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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.