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 Qatar 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
Yaz,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.