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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.