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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.