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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
The Vogues,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.