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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the grime 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.