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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.