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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.