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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
UT,
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.