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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.