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 Liberia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.