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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Das Ding to the electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quantec,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.