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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.