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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Fortunes to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Brick,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.