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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.