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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.