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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.