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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.