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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Fear,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.