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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
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.