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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
Organ,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.