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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacques Brel to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
DNA,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.