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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Rekid,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.