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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.