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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.