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 China and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
The Victims,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.