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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.