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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.