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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.