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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
Ludus,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.