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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.