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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.