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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.