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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.