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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Flipper,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.