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 Senegal and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.