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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.