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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.