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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.