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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
The Move,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.