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 Laos and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.