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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.