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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Neil Young,
DNA,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.