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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Roxette,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.