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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.