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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Hood to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
DNA,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.