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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the grunge 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.