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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis 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 rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.