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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Can,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
The Litter,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Pole,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.