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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.