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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
The Victims,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
the Association,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.