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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Residents 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.