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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wake to the jazz 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Crime,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.