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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.