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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.