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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.