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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
UT,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
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.