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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiohead,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.