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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.