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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 The Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
ABC,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.