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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.