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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Count Five,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.