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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.