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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.