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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.