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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Doors to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Technova,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.