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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.