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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
The Index,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.