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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.