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 Rwanda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.