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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
June of 44,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.