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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.