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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.