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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Wire,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.