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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
JFA,
Hoover,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Gong,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.