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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.