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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Qualms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Monks,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.