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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.