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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.