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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.