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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.