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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.