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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.