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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.