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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sam Rivers 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.