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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.