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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
June of 44,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.