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 Slovenia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.