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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Quadrant,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.