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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.