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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
The Victims,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.