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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
The Move,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.