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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 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 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Crime,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.