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 Spain 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tres Demented to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
ABBA,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.