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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
cv313,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.