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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
cv313,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.