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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.