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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.