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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Smog,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.