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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.