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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.