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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.