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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Index,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.