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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
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 808 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 The Residents to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Liliput,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.