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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Skarface,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.