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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
PIL,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Brick,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.