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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.