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 Pakistan and from London.
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 New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Television,
The Count Five,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.