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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Vainqueur to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.