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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
CMW,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
The Victims,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.