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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.