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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana 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?
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.