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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.