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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Model 500,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.