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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Hashim,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.