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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.