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 India and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.