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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.