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 Somalia and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.