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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 48th St. Collective 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.