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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
The Gories,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.