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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.