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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.