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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Second Layer,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.