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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Nas,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.