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 Jamaica 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.