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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.