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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.