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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.