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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.