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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.