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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.