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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doors to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.