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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Can,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.