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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.