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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.