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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
The Move,
The Martian,
AZ,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.