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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Whodini 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.