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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
CMW,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.