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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.