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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
The Associates,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
The Move,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.