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 Venezuela and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.