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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.