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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.