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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
X-101,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.