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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.