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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
UT,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.