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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Slits,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.