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 Solomon Islands 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.