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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.