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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Icehouse,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.