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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.