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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.