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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Lakeside 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.