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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.