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 New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.