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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.