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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.