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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Wings to the crunk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.