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 Oman 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.