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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.