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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
The Smoke,
10cc,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.