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 Gabon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.