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 Benin and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.