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 Sweden and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Main Source,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.