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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.