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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
MC5,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.