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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.