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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.