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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.