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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.