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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.