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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.