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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.