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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Smog,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.