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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Donald Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Cameo,
MDC,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.