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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Black Bananas 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Index,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.