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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.