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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Josef K,
ABC,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Aswad,
Faust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.