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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.