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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.