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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Crime,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard 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.