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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Nas,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.