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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.