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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.