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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Aswad,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Pole,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.