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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Technova,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.