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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.