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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.