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 India and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
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 sitar 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.