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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.