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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Index,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.