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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.