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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Organ,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.