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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.