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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.