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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.