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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Organ,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.