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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.