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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Faust,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.