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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Houston and Columbus.
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 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 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.