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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.